Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

SB spy seven five jeans
islands on my fuckin' wallet chain
I be wallin' man, I'm a man
ain't nothin' else by me, man
(Ha, ha)

I them float on and go on to the ozone
I'm so gone, my like a prolong
I pro and hold on to it like a trombone
I'm so blown and um, I got cock back
I don't need thumb bone

So on
You get the one the drum on it
That's the one goes dit

I'm so when I spit

Put my up in yo ass
Now I'm kickin' in yo
Now I'm at yo bitch

And she catch it her lip
Nah, she it with her mouth
And since I'm the
She to catch it on her blouse

I tell her, whoa, easy,
I'm king so she eat the baby, wait
Shit way more crazier
We the bitch like she was in the gymnasium
I ain't fuckin' the bitches with the stadium

no dome, bitch, go home
Yeah, bitch, bitch
I spit the hundred winters on my cone
Lil' nigga walkin' he get his bowl on
Boss man, stro, pimp stro
I can let my money go the wind blow

Then it right back like a rental
And make them understand me like 10 fo
Niggas is like instrumentals
I bet you understand me like 10 fo

Get ya top chopped and get low
Somethin' my Benzo
Ridin' with my friend's
No, I my hoe's friends

Fuckin' all my hoe's
all my hoe's ends
That will that globe spin
I tell these niggas, pimp or die

Won't get that Benz if don't split them
Eyes dip 'em thighs, 'em ties and if you reach at
I, I don't preach, I screech and give you beef with fries

Come to the and find
I live where all the seagulls fly
See baby, I'm so
All I you to do is just shut up and fry
(Ha, ha)

Yeah,
Me an' Mac is just two niggas from the same
They all the same tree, cut from the same wool
I'm just the young lion and he the bull
Now slam me da
That pistol on my hip, now I gotta in the pool

I had a in school, I think it was diablo red
I'm T.I red, I'm T.I red, you D.I-ed because of you said
Chyee, I'm as an image
And I it bumpin' like a mothafuckin' blemish
Two twins me up like genies
I'm finished, I say Billion

When I'm finished they say, "Weezy, you it"
Hop on yo shit and say, "Weezy, you it"
So fly I got wings on me
A gun glued on me but I pop ya in ya

Now I got food on me
Now was real rude, homie
And I like a weed plant
Young Money muthafucka, that cheese at?